Description: He prefers to wear green clothing when he does not wear armor. He carries a battered bow and tarnished greatsword as well. His silver hair is long and unkept. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. The war was a terrible time for him, and Thervan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear violet pants and tee shirts. His hair is cut close to his head. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He carries a battered lance and tarnished hand crossbow as well. His hair is auburn and curly. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. The war was a terrible time for him, and Erevan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Red-brown spinel (40 gp).

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and he perpetually has his lance ready. His white hair is still thick. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hadarai fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor, Slave. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 700 gp. Red-brown spinel (80 gp). Iolite (50 gp). White pearl (80 gp). Citrine (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 4'8" and wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His tied-back hair is silver. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Laborer. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born in the west. He worked as a nervous Laborer and found it very stressful. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Laborer.

Motivation: To be a Assassin again.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 80000 cp. Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Jasper (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.